
Madame Butterfly by Helen Frankenthaler ©2000 Collection National Gallery of Australia
Frankenthaler pours mountains and sea
salt-stain wave of unbridled experimentation
pathfinder in the flow of a quadrillion connections
unfathomable neural networks alight
electrochemical cognate comprehension
of yet unknowable heights
entering elaborative flow, fluid intelligence
a sublime interiority of creativity
color fields of liminal poetics
realms she’s unable to disparage
reaching an optimal state
of courage, merging awareness
with action in rapturous parallel processes
lyric soak stain, abstract expressionist
dialogue of landscape and emotion
art birthed through her inventive interplay
breakthrough paradox: immediacy of motion
mimicking the spontaneity of (her) nature
intimate picture of a singular day
impossibly operatic and poignant
of inked butterfly promises never fulfilled
Whew, Anna, I appreciate your work here; but I must say that the poem is way above my head! But really nice to see you here at Open Link.
Hi Mary, thanks for the visit! Don’t worry it’s not over your head but merely what goes on inside it when you create :).
Smiles. Thanks, Anna!
This is insanely good, and it makes perfect sense to me. Love it, so much.
That’s wonderful, thank you, Shawna!
I admire the birthing of art, specially the concluding lines ~ Love the color fields of liminal poetics, smiles ~ Thanks for joining us Anna & happy weekend ~
Yes, Helen Frankenthaler thought that art that captures the imagination is that which seems birthed whole and instantaneous, despite the meticulous work and time she put into her woodcuts. Thank you for the visit, Grace!
This is beautiful and I also share Grace’s view….
Thank you, Sumana, I like to incorporate a specific aesthetic sensibility into each poem.